Soup's On (252 hits)
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Submitted by SG The Platypus Master (View user info) at 2005-07-17 10:35:07 EDT
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I am the owner of a soup kitchen, and that is all I will ever be.
In my little store on the corner of a street is where I make my living, meager as it is. This morning the sun rises again, and soon, hopefully, the regular crowd of customers will come for soup. They will all ask for the same thing they order every day. I will make the same thing I make every day. I will watch the rest of the city prosper, full of excited people, from my small soup kitchen. I will never be more, nor less, than the owner of this soup kitchen.
Until today.
Today I will end my life of redundancy; I will work at the soup kitchen no longer. Instead, I will finally live the life I always dreamed of.
So I close up my little soup kitchen and wait at the corner for the next bus. It arrives, and the driver asks me, "Where to?"
"Anywhere," I tell him.
I sit in the first seat and watch in amazement as the bus twists and turns through the many streets, so free. In a moment I find myself at the airport. I thank the bus driver and enter the airport. An employee greets me and leads me to where I can purchase tickets. There is no line there, so I happily walk towards the counter.
"Hello sir," the woman asks me, "where would you like to fly today?"
"Anywhere," I reply. Let the sky and the winds carry me wherever they may. For I am free.
The woman smiles and hands me a ticket. It reads Gate 12. I look around for directions to this gate and find it right next to me. How convenient. An employee graciously takes my ticket and directs me onto the plane. The moment I sit down, I noticed the plane is empty.
Then the pilot comes out of his cockpit to speak to me. "Since there is no one else on the plane, I welcome you to sit in First Class. Actually, better yet, why don't you come and sit in the cockpit with me?"
How exciting! I follow the pilot to the cockpit and take off. The view is beautiful: the magnificent white clouds part around us, and below the crystal clear water shimmers in the sunlight. I am free. The soup kitchen is behind me now. Let me be carried to wherever I shall be carried.
The plane lands and the pilot turns to me. "Welcome to the Caribbean Islands!"
The Caribbean Islands! I joyfully exit the plane and the airport. Outside the weather greets me with its warmth and comfort. The palm trees sway as if listening to music of their own. In the distance I see the beach, orange in the sunset, empty except for one lone person.
I walk to the beach and meet with this person. It is a woman. A woman whose beauty surpasses anything I have ever seen. We sit on the beach together and talk for very long. I am beginning to love her. She takes me away to her house on the beach and we sleep on the roof, under the stars. The next morning we marry happily and leave for our honeymoon...a honeymoon that will last our entire lives.
Soon we have two children: a boy and a girl. It is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. As I carry them my wife and my children in my arms I feel like a God. My life is perfect is now, and the soup kitchen is far far behind me. I am free.
My children grow fast and soon leave to pursue their own dreams. My wife and I still live happily together in the house on the beach. The beach that remains empty except for us, the beach that we still walk upon every night.
We grow old together in that house and soon more children come: grandchildren. As I sit in my old chair with my old wife these grandchildren almost make me feel young again. I know my time to go is near, and yet I feel no sorrow, and no pain. My life has been a life of happiness and freedom, and I would not change it for anything. Tonight I will lay in bed to be carried away, just as I was carried away many years ago. The tides of life will wash me to a shore of new things in the afterlife. Tonight I will-
"Excuse me, are you open?"
I awake from my daydream and find myself in the soup kitchen. A line waits restlessly for their regular soup.
What was I thinking? The Caribbean Islands? A wife? Children?
No.
Today I will again make the regular soup, watch the regular day, and sleep in the back of this regular kitchen. Nothing special. No adventures, no nothing.
I am the owner of a soup kitchen, and that is all I will ever be...
...but maybe one day...
"Soup's On!"
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